Simple Simon is the newest enterprise of Florenz (Follies) Ziegfeld. It sets a record for decorum exceeding even that of the latest Fred Stone revel (TIME, Feb. 24), probably not equalled since the belles of another generation swished their skirts naughtily in the direction of bald heads' row. Its dialog scarcely even alludes to any difference between the sexes and whenever any of its chorines appears in tights she is so drenched in colored lights, so safely enrapt in fantasy, that she might as well be...
To continue reading:
or
Log-In
